02x05 - 7 Chefs

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NARRATOR: Previously

on "Hell's Kitchen."

Chef Ramsay

reshuffles the teams.

Heather, in the blue team.

I'm pissed off.

I don't need leadership.

NARRATOR: Then for

the first time ever.

Are you ready?

NARRATOR: He opened

the restaurant.

Let's go.

NARRATOR: For lunch.

And both kitchens successfully

completed their first service.

Last order.

Let's go.

NARRATOR: But at dinner.

This is where we get stronger.

Yes, Chef.

Sara sabotaged Virginia.

I'm ready and

waiting for your call.

Where's the [inaudible]?

I haven't fired it yet.

She said that she's

ready when I am.

You want to start lying to me.

He called me a liar.

NARRATOR: And Sara also battled

Rachel for the leadership

of the red kitchen.

I'm not ready yet.

Chef said to sauce him up.

Stupid bitch.

While Heather did her best to

turn the blue kitchen around.

A larger pan would be

easier for the risotto.

I totally feel like

I'm the babysitter.

NARRATOR: But it was

a night of bedlam.

What I say to you about taste?

Taste.

Taste!

NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay

was so frustrated.

There you go.

There you go.

I've had enough.

I've enough!

NARRATOR: That for the

first time ever, no

one from either team was safe.

The blue team and

the red team nominate

someone that's leaving.

NARRATOR: Tom and

Virginia were nominated.

You happy now, Rachel?

NARRATOR: But Rachel put

herself on the chopping block.

I'll take her place, Chef.

That's tempting.

The person leaving

Hell's Kitchen is Tom.

NARRATOR: Ultimately, it

was Tom whose dream ended.

[theme music]

And now the continuation

of Hell's Kitchen.

[suspenseful music]

Though Virginia survived

another elimination,

she can't get over

Sara's betrayal.

Great.

Now I'm stuck with

the bitch from hell.

I don't like her.

She's a bitch.

But he called me a liar.

And I seriously thought you

said that we were on time.

Sorry I made you

look like a liar.

You don't learn without

making a mistake.

I thought you were

somebody different.

I thought you were actually,

like, a good person.

Well.

Now it's just, like,

strictly business for you

and I. I don't even consider

you a friend at all.

It's a shame

you're that shallow.

Grow up.

For real.

Get over it and

get over yourself.

You know what?

It's hard for me because

I actually have a heart.

You just gotta let it go.

I'm going to be a

big person about it

and not act like a f*cking baby

who's got a load in my diaper.

Awe, I'm not popular

again, bummer.

Chef

RACHEL: Had some choice

words for me tonight.

- Rachel.

- Chef.

I think that's been your worst

performance since I met you.

I'll take her place,

Chef if you want me to.

That's tempting.

It stung a little bit.

Maybe he expects

a lot out of me.

Because I have a lot to give.

I feel bad for Rachel.

I would have cried

if Virginia left.

Oh man.

Tom is definitely a easy

choice for elimination.

I think our team is

strong as f*ck now.

We can out do the

red team, no doubt.

Just now, with seven

people left I feel closer

to the grand prize, Vegas.

We gotta step it up.

[suspenseful music]

Morning.

Good morning, Chef.

This morning we saw Gordon

standing in front of a table

with different little

appetizer type thingies.

And I had no clue

what was going on.

Slightly different this morning.

Ladies on my left.

NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay has

prepared what appears to be

a high quality gourmet buffet.

What I'm going to

talk about is taste.

NARRATOR: What the

aspiring chefs don't know

is that all of these

dishes are fake.

So I've put

together some fondue.

NARRATOR: Actually,

it's spray on cheese.

Pate.

NARRATOR: It's really

crushed hot dogs.

CHEF RAMSAY: Caviar.

NARRATOR: Mock caviar

from a catfish.

CHEF RAMSAY: And just like,

a meat sort of bruschetta.

Almost like a kebab.

NARRATOR: Yeah, those

are from a TV dinner.

We don't deserve

to be eating caviar

this time of the morning.

However, just taste.

After such a horrible

night of service,

Chef's presenting

me with caviar.

Mmm.

Every time you put

something in your mouth,

you got to know

what you're eating.

Who's tasted the fondue?

I have.

It's nice and thick.

Coats your mouth nicely.

Sharp, creamy.

Heather, what do you

think about the chicken

and the pineapple?

I think they

taste really good.

Keith.

KEITH: Yes, Chef.

Favorite dish?

I like the pate, Chef.

[inaudible]

I like the caviar.

The stuff I've eaten before

taste, like, fishy, She stinky.

That is just amazing.

Recently I tasted the

caviar just by itself.

And I wasn't really

that fond of it.

But once you get everything on

there, it just comes together.

I don't think any of

you around the table

this morning have any idea

what you've been eating.

Scott, please.

Don't be upset with me.

You have every right to

be upset with yourselves.

So, the fondue was

a spray cheese.

The kabobs bruschetta

was a TV dinner.

My pate was made

out of crushed dog.

And this bit here,

we have a catfish.

The mock fake caviar.

They give it away.

While You can't even buy it.

Here, you want to k*ll yourself?

Take some fake caviar.

I was taking it seriously

and then he's like, ha ha.

It was catfish, hot dogs, cheese

in a can, and a TV dinner.

Ha ha.

It's embarrassing.

Keith.

The pate taste good.

It was made out of hot dogs.

Hot dogs are slamming.

Now I know where we are.

You all have pallete

like cows' backsides.

And we have got some work to do.

Your next challenge, taste test.

Rachel, in order to

make the teams even,

sit out on this one.

Maribel and Keith, you're first.

Ready?

Yes, Chef.

The red team has been getting

into, like, little conflicts.

It was really important for

us to win today as a group.

Let's go.

OK.

The team with the most accurate

palette wins the challenge.

The losing team , you're going

to be responsible getting that

kitchen absolutely spotless.

All that stuff

sat out over night.

Get f*ck in your f*cking

dorms and don't even touch

another thing in this kitchen.

And I didn't want

to clean up that BS.

So concentrate, get

serious, and get tasting.

NARRATOR: A member

from each team

will go head to head,

trying to identify

four different items per round.

Keith, you sack of

shit, can you hear me?

Good.

First dish, very

simple, boiled potato.

What is that?

Potato.

OK, Big Boy, what is that?

Potato.

Next, seared tuna.

Open.

What did you think of this?

Like, poached salmon.

[buzzes]

Wrong.

Tuna.

[dings]

CHEF RAMSAY: Well done.

- Thank you, sir.

OK.

Oregano.

NARRATOR: Neither Maribel nor

Keith can identify the oregano.

Pear chutney.

You've been cooking

with this for weeks.

Spicy mango.

[buzzes]

Spicy mango.

Taste like that chutney

we make for the quail.

[dings]

- Well done.

- I k*lled it.

I made it yesterday.

So I knew exactly what that was.

Round two.

Two to the blue team, two

to the read team, yeah.

NARRATOR: Next,

Virginia, the salad chef,

takes on Heather, the sous chef.

Tough on this one.

Sea urchin.

Being matched

up against Heather

is definitely a chance

to prove myself.

I just prayed for me to be

able to work with my pallete

and connect it to my

brain, and really focus.

Fish stock.

Fish stock.

[inaudible]

Wrong, Sea urchin.

Here we go with chicken.

Chicken.

[dings]

Chicken, Chef.

[dings]

CHEF RAMSAY: Hot dog.

Hot dog.

[dings]

Tastes like hot dog, Chef.

Last one.

Swiss Cheese.

Swiss cheese.

Parmesan.

Parmesan reggiano.

[buzzes]

Wrong.

Swiss cheese.

Heather was so sure

that she was going

to win the taste

test because she

thinks she's the teacher's pet.

But eh.

NARRATOR: Virginia's near

perfect performance gives

the red team a one point lead.

Now it comes down

to the final pair.

Deli manager Sara and

Garrett, the prison cook.

I hate to say this Garrett,

but it comes down to you now.

I'm not concerned about going

head to head with anybody here

at Hell's Kitchen, you know.

Put me in a blind taste

test against Gordan,

and I'd be all right.

Scrambled eggs.

Open wide.

Scrambled eggs, Chef.

Scrambled egg.

I'm a super taster.

Like, I taste everything.

I ate dirt as a kid.

Challenge me.

Fresh spinach.

Up.

Spinach, Chef.

Yes!

Spinach.

We have some fresh kiwi.

There you go.

Mmm.

Get it in there.

- Pears, Chef.

[buzzes]

f*cking shit.

NARRATOR: With only two items

left and the red team ahead

by one, Sara can secure

the win for her team

if she can correctly

identify the kiwi.

Plum.

[buzzes]

Wrong.

Kiwi.

This is very close.

With the blue team

trailing by one,

Garrett must identify the

final item to avoid losing.

It all comes down to this.

Braised short rib.

[suspenseful music]

Turkey, Chef.

[buzzes]

It was short rib.

You're the turkey.

You think a guy from Texas

can identify some short rib.

The winners are the red team.

Well done.

Virginia.

- Yes, Chef.

CHEF RAMSAY: You

got the high score.

Three out of four.

Very well done.

Thank you.

Virginia did the best.

Whoopty friggin' doo.

She guessed Swiss

cheese, hot dog,

and she guessed some

other stupid thing

that was easy to get.

OK.

Loses I think it's

pretty obvious you know

what you're going to be doing.

I want the kitchen

absolutely spotless.

Ladies , we're going

on an exclusive

photo sh**t for TV Guide.

Hurry up and get changed.

Get the makeup on because

the Limo is waiting.

The taste of success is sweet.

It's good that we

won because we've

had some personality conflicts.

And we need to regroup

ourselves as a team.

My, my.

All right.

Yeah!

Nice.

Nice.

Excellent.

There we are.

It sucks.

The punishment for this

is the worst one yet.

Everything was

caked on, cooked on,

burnt on, stuck, disgusting.

You guys do the blue kitchen.

I'll do the entire red

kitchen, all right?

It does suck that I

didn't get to go today.

Because, you know,

I'm one of the girls.

And it's supposed to be

a girl against guy thing

and it's not anymore.

Wow!

This is nice girls.

Look at that.

Hey guys, how you doing?

Welcome to the studio.

We got some lovely

hair and makeup.

I'm so excited.

Like, wow partay.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Here's to the blue team.

Oh, poor Heather.

Ouch.

Hey, Heather.

Doesn't this remind

you of Cinderella?

Hey, I need a

volunteer for something.

Come on.

Garrett, let's go.

The Chef needs some champagne

down at the photo sh**t

right now.

Go, go.

Come on.

Come on Garrett,

they're waiting for you.

Is this carbohydrate

free and calorie free?

Yes.

OK, I'll take it.

It's like, I never

ever, ever, ever,

ever, ever, never, ever imagined

anything like this in life.

We felt. Dressed up.

We felt pretty.

We felt like women.

It was such a

positive vibe that.

I mean, it just makes

Hell's Kitchen so worth it.

Champagne, please.

More.

Hey, loser.

What?

What's wrong.

Hey, your cuticles

look a little dirty.

Garrett, he was all

sweaty and greasy.

And you could tell he

was totally jealous.

Do you want your

toenails painted?

That would be nice.

They were getting

the star treatment.

It just looked

like a lot of fun.

Goodbye.

Happy cleaning.

And you stink.

I do stink.

Yeah, you do stink.

Blue team's having

a hard time keeping

up with the ladies in the red.

Oh my god.

I'm going to be [inaudible].

Right there.

All right.

Here we go.

Great guys.

I totally blew gas

during the photo sh**t.

Oh my god.

You did not.

I lifted a leg and let it go.

There's a lot that goes

into being the leader.

And I think part of that is

to setting an example of who

you are and how you

act the whole time,

not just in the kitchen.

That was crap.

Where were you?

Delivering champagne to

Gordon and the red team.

You were not.

They were like, "Hey, loser."

Sara was sitting there

getting a pedicure.

I mean, I wish I was there.

You know, I would

like a pedicure.

Anything's better than

this dish washing.

We just don't lose, ever again.

NARRATOR: Although the red

team had a rewarding day away

from Hell's Kitchen,

it doesn't take

long for some to feel the

pressure of the competition

again.

I miss my daughter,

my husband, a lot.

The loneliness and the

stress and thinking

about the backstabbing and

everything else, it's hard.

But I have to focus on having

my biggest dream fulfilled.

But it's hard, not easy.

I miss my family.

NARRATOR: However, for

others, friendships

have crossed enemy lines.

Going on the other

side, I didn't want

to become the enemy, you know.

So, y'all plan on

kicking our ass to where

we have to lose something.

The nature of Heather

and Rachel's relationship

is kind of unprofessional.

Rachel's making eyes

with Heather and Heather

is making eyes with Rachel.

We're not here to make friends.

We're here to earn a serious,

serious, serious job.

Give me a break.

Sara and I have

been in competition,

pretty much since we got here.

There's a whole power

struggle going on right now .

I don't need a loose

cannon in the kitchen.

We, we, we, we, we.

Think it's funny just

cutting up and [inaudible]..

I don't think it's funny.

I just think you're a bitch.

In my kitchen, if you don't

do it the way I want it,

you're gone.

Oh, this is nothing compared

to what it's going to be like.

I could just beat her ass.

NARRATOR: As preparation

for dinner service begins,

each team is determined

to impress Chef Ramsay.

OK, guys.

Let's go, man.

Clock is ticking.

We still got tons of shit to do.

And you have three people.

And they have four.

And that makes me nervous.

I've been nominated

twice to be eliminated.

It's so crucial for

me not to screw up.

Otherwise, I will

definitely be going home.

Everybody breathe.

Everybody talk tonight.

You ready?

Yep.

Tonight will make or break

the leader of the team.

And whether that's Sara

or whether that's me,

remains to be seen.

Three sides to

one order, right.

Yes, ma'am.

Rachel, you know,

her and I, we're

like the yen and the yang.

I have a more passive

versus aggressive role

that I play in the kitchen.

Red team's in trouble.

- Don't jinx yourself.

- Ain't no jinx.

That's confidence.

That's right.

One of the girls is

going home tonight.

[inaudible] is going to

k*ll at this service.

He's going to fly around

that kitchen like a maniac

pumping out money food.

Ya heard.

NARRATOR: The restaurant

is about to open

and Chef Ramsay is

hell bent on no one

leaving Hell's Kitchen hungry.

Any minute now we're

going to be opening

Hell's Kitchen again, yes.

And we still haven't

completed a service.

Tonight has to be

the night, yes?

Yes, Chef.

Hell's Kitchen is now open.

Let's go.

NARRATOR: Tonight,

Hell's Kitchen

has opened its doors

for the fifth time.

You have a nice

special starter tonight.

It's a breaded

deep fried oyster.

NARRATOR: As service begins, the

chefs are eager to get started.

Remember, when he

orders the first ticket,

don't start doing it

until it says away.

Yes.

NARRATOR: Some, a

little too eager.

[inaudible].

Why are you cooking

spaghetti ahead?

It takes.

- Six minutes.

Six minutes.

Right now if you want to start

cooking spaghetti Take off you

apron, yeah, and

f*ck off back home.

Do you want to go?

- No, sir.

Why don't you just

get it in a box

and vinaigrette it and have

a pick up or something.

Like a drive-thru.

That's what it'd be

called, your restaurant.

Heather's drive-thru.

HEATHER: No.

It's really hard

being pumped all day

and then get yelled

at in five minutes.

Don't touch me, please.

OK.

Please.

On order [inaudible] table .

And boy are we going

to start this one off.

The minute we're silent

in this kitchen tonight,

you're in deep trouble.

- Yes, Chef.

CHEF RAMSAY: Thank you.

Let's go.

Time.

Five minutes.

Just keep talking to

me even though we know.

On order.

Two [inaudible].

Table .

Appetizer.

One oyster special, one quail.

Entree, one duck, one turbot.

Yes, Chef.

Still no answer from Garrett

and no answer from Heather.

- Yes, Chef.

- Pathetic.

You haven't sent anything

out of this kitchen

and already I'm feeling

somewhat nervous.

So move your ass, yes?

Yes, Chef.

How long, please, Maribel?

Three minutes, Chef.

Rachel, you're on fire.

The duck is burned.

Yes, Chef.

Is this the sign

of what's to come?

No, Chef.

This is not the sign

of what's to come.

Oh my god.

[inaudible]

No way.

Heather!

Oh, f*cking hell.

Now taste it.

No, don't you dare take

it off that f*cking stove

until you taste it!

It's solid, horrible, bitty.

Mine was a little

crunchy, Chef.

A little crunchy?

Yes.

Start again will

you, please, yeah?

NARRATOR: While

Heather continues

to struggle with appetizers

in the blue kitchen,

Chef Ramsay is ready to give

the red team some polite words

of encouragement.

Please, please, please,

please, please, please, please

move your asses.

NARRATOR: It may

be a coincidence,

but Chef Ramsay's

motivational pep

talk seems to be paying off.

And appetizers are coming

out of the red kitchen.

WOMAN: That fabulous?

Very nice.

Chef, after the three oysters

on the board, I have two left.

OK.

Don't overcook any yes?

Yes, Chef.

- Thank you for communicating.

- Thank you, Chef.

That's the first time

in Hell's Kitchen someone

was actually giving

some positive feedback.

Thank you, Chef.

NARRATOR: As Virginia

savors her first compliment

in Hell's Kitchen, Keith is

running the blue kitchen.

HEATHER: Yes?

How long until

the oyster special?

Two minutes, Chef.

Thank you, Keith.

You got it, Chef.

You hear that?

Go right on that

quail, all right?

- Yeah.

- Work the next one.

And then cut that one

and go right on it.

- I got you, baby.

- Service, please.

Table , pick up.

NARRATOR: Just as appetizers

are leaving the blue kitchen.

Oh, come on.

NARRATOR: An appetizer is

returning to the red kitchen.

Oh, ladies.

Yes, Chef.

On the whole place,

what's on the foie gras?

It's a black hair, Chef.

I don't give a f*ck

what color it is.

It just come back.

- Yes, Chef.

Who's got black

hair in the kitchen?

I do.

My hair is tied up.

That's straight.

I have curly hair.

Thank you very much.

It probably was Jean Phillip.

Why not ask him?

Make him put a hair net on.

Excuse me.

Do you think that's

what we do to customers?

No, Chef.

Never that.

Never.

No, Chef.

NARRATOR: After failing

to impress Chef Ramsay

with the appetizers,

Heather's looking

to redeem herself by helping

Garrett with his meat.

I got it.

Trust me.

No,no, no, no, no.

Heather came over

there and tried

to start taking things over

all I did was get me off track

and get me off pace.

- Put it on.

Put it on.

Give it to me.

Give it to me.

How long?

Come on, you.

Come on, come on, come on.

Here Maribel.

Here we go.

Service, please.

Oh Lord, please

let it be right.

Please let it be right.

Please, please please,

please, please, please.

Risotto is good.

Excellent.

- Thank you, Chef.

- Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

Rachel!

Yes, Chef.

Come here, you.

Come here.

f*ck it.

All of you, come here.

Right now.

And eat.

Eat that.

Eat it.

Because I'm dying

to understand what's

going through your

f*cking minds.

Now, what do you

think of the quail?

It's overcooked.

A little too much reduction

on the sauce, Chef.

What's you verdict?

It's dry and it

tastes a little burnt.

Yeah, it's shit.

A little burnt?

f*ck me, do some glasses.

Ask one of your

customers if there are

any f*cking glasses out there.

Over there.

Table seven.

He's got them.

Yeah, and what's it for you?

Overcooked.

CHEF RAMSAY: f*ck off, will you?

All right.

Let's do it again, guys.

Come on.

Give them to her.

Hey, there you go.

There's the gentleman's glasses.

I'm serious.

Does anyone need

a pair of glasses?

f*ck off Jean Phillip.

Did you really think I was going

to go out there with the quail?

Throw it to a sender.

Did you think I was

going to sent that?

I need to know in your

mind, do you actually think

I was going to serve that?

Come here, you.

Come here.

What the f*ck are you doing?

Do you want to go home?

No, no, tell me now!

I will not let

you down tonight.

You already have.

I want to pull it back.

I will get you

through entrees.

I know damn well

you can do it.

I can see it in your eyes.

I can identify with the hunger.

But right now, missy, there's

just a blonde, empty f*cking

airhead.

- No.

I won't let you down.

I will get you entrees.

- Get it together.

- I will.

- Communicate.

- I will.

Open up and start

talking to me.

Now move!

Yes, Chef.

That man will not break me.

He will not break me.

NARRATOR: Two hours into

dinner service, the red team

will have to regroup to

catch up to the blue team.

Who have already served

half of their dining room.

What's the matter,

Jean Phillip?

Too breaded, Chef.

OK.

Keith.

Yes, Chef.

Come here.

Just touch that.

And touch that.

No, listen-

I didn't send it like that.

I guarantee it, Chef.

OK.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I swear to god.

I'm about to

tell you something

and you're not even

f*cking listening.

You just want to

come back to me.

You're not going to look at me?

Look at me.

Look at me in the eyes.

Calm f*cking down and let me

finish my f*cking sentence.

Yes, Chef.

The customer's

complained there's too much

bread crumbs on there.

Now, look at it and tell me

what you think then, yes.

Or you want to be

chippy, turning around

like a f*cking five-year-old.

There you go.

Yes, it's cold.

I can see it's cold.

But I think they've

got a valid point.

There's too many

breadcrumbs on there.

- Yes, Chef.

- Thank you.

So don't look at me

like a five-year-old

and do something about it.

minutes ago you were

leading the kitchen.

You've gone all quiet now.

Sorry, Chef.

This is your time now to step

up and get your team together.

Yes, Chef.

Those two are

cooking like donkeys.

Come on.

Donkey's Kitchen.

Should we change

the f*cking logo?

DK.

No, Chef.

NARRATOR: While the blue team's

goal of completing a dinner

service has hit a snag.

Oh, dear.

Chef Ramsay hopes the red

kitchen is back on track.

Where's the wellington?

I'm getting nervous.

Service, please.

Rachel.

Yes, Chef.

Not tonight.

I can't take any more.

I don't know where you are.

I've asked for two medium.

Is that medium?

- No, Chef.

That's rare.

That's rare.

What's that one there?

Oh, come on.

I got it, Chef.

Virginia, get your

purple-y salmon back.

Missy, if they're not ready,

why are you sending them?

After everything

we've been through,

you're telling me

now that you're

scared to tell me the truth.

I'm not scared to

tell you the truth.

- No, Chef.

- I'm nervous for you right now.

I'm nervous for me too, Chef.

NARRATOR: While Rachel tries

yet again to pull it together,

Chef Ramsay turns

to the blue kitchen

to see if their meat

station is under control.

Is that quail on?

Yes, Chef.

Lift up the pan.

Show me.

Two portions of quail.

How stupid does that look.

You're one portion

short, you f*cking donut.

Heather was trying to

make herself look good.

And that just f*cked me all up.

And I couldn't even

fire two quail.

Hey, turn your big f*cking

beady fat eyes over there.

You've got three

tables left to go.

That's how close you are.

But right now, it's so painful.

Keep it going, Garrett.

Yes, Chef.

NARRATOR: It's three

hours into dinner service.

Although the blue kitchen has

served most of their entrees,

their last few tables

are growing impatient.

I'm sick of this bread.

I want a f*cking entree.

NARRATOR: Meanwhile,

the red kitchen

is finally gaining ground.

And entrees have made their

way to the dining room.

This is really good.

I like it.

Salmon's cooked beautifully.

Thank you, Virgina.

Thank you, Chef.

NARRATOR: With Virginia's

fish station swimming along,

Chef Ramsay is anxious to

send up the final entrees

on the blue side.

Come on, please.

The duck!

HEATHER: Garrett.

Yes, Chef.

Where is the cabbage?

Come on, Garrett!

Keith and Garrett, they

just got all quiet.

None of you work as a team.

Where's the lamb sauce?

Come on, man.

I just need a [inaudible].

CHEF RAMSAY: Where

is the lamb sauce?

Right here, Chef.

Lamb sauce is coming up.

CHEF RAMSAY: There's just

nothing coming together.

- Right here, Chef.

- Thank you very much.

- Not a problem, Chef.

- Now f*ck off, you.

You fat useless sack of f*cking

yankee dankee doodle shipe.

f*ck off will you please, yeah.

NARRATOR: Although it's

taken a toll on Chef Ramsay,

the blue kitchen has managed

to serve all of their entrees.

Mmm.

NARRATOR: Now, he's

hoping things will go more

smoothly in the red kitchen.

Wellington, please.

Yes, Chef.

NARRATOR: Chef Ramsay is

waiting for medium wellingtons.

But Rachel has overcooked them.

She's hoping,

however, that painting

them with a little

sauce will make

them appear less well-done.

What Rachel doesn't

realize is that Chef

Ramsay can tell if meat

is cooked correctly

simply by touching it.

How's it cooked?

WOMAN: Dressing is cold.

Come here.

Rachel, come here.

Yes, Chef.

Just touch that.

What's the lamb?

It's well done.

It's requested pink.

That's cooked to f*ck.

It's barely edible.

Oh for god's sake.

Rachel, this is pitiful.

Rachel, you suck.

Stop right there.

I'm going to put

you out your misery.

Switch it off.

Just stop.

Shut it down.

Yes, sir.

NARRATOR: Although dinner

service is finished,

Chef Ramsay is not finished

with one of the chefs.

You've got that spoiled brat

syndrome, that huffy puffy,

turn their eyes and

fold their arms,

and not even look

at me in the eyes.

I didn't mean that, Chef.

Deep down inside you've got a

big amount of talent in there.

You know that.

My biggest problem is no

one's nursed it properly.

Has anyone ever actually told

you how good you could be?

- No, Chef.

- Well, you can cook, big man.

You know that.

The first hour and a

half of this service,

you're running it.

Then you made one

stupid mistake.

Yes, sir.

The quicker you get

rid of the attitude,

you're going to shine.

Thanks, Chef.

NARRATOR: Tonight's

service was equally brutal

in both kitchens.

Now, Chef Ramsay faces

a difficult task,

choosing a winning team.

My back is k*lling me.

Any idea why?

Because I've got the weight of

two kitchens on my shoulders

and I'm getting tired.

Fire away.

I think none of us on

the blue side performed

up to our potential tonight.

I think all of us deserve to

be up on the elimination block.

I personally did not perform

up to my potential at all.

But I don't think

that I should go home.

Thanks for being

so brutally honest.

Heather raised her

hand like she had guts.

And then said, "I don't

think I was the worst,

but I think everybody

on the blue team

should be on the

chopping block."

Which is bullshit.

Because I k*lled it.

Heather was trying to weasel

herself out of trouble.

Red team.

You were two tables short

of completing your entrees.

That's how close you were.

And blue team, you got

all your entrees out.

But don't start

congratulating yourself.

Because that was painful.

And the losing team is

[suspenseful] MUSIC]

The red team.

Couldn't get all

your entrees out.

But you had one more chef on

your team than the blue team.

Sorry ladies.

Not good enough.

Virginia, you were that close

to going home the other night.

Definitely not

going home tonight.

It's pretty obvious you

are the best of the worst.

Go back go your dorm and

nominate two of your teammates

for elimination.

Yes, Chef.

Get out.

We crashed and burned again.

And it was the meat station

and that was my station.

And I sucked.

I sucked.

You did good tonight.

Thanks.

You got everything that

was supposed to go out.

Plus she stayed on

top of all that shit.

So who do you

think I should pick?

Sara's not a team

player like [inaudible]..

She was on the easiest

f*cking station tonight.

Absolutely, I'm going to lobby.

I'm not giving up.

I don't quit.

She's been passive

aggressive the whole time.

She can't keep her trap shut.

She doesn't follow the prep

list that you ask her to do.

I don't know.

What was your experience?

Did she lie to you

the other night?

So now you want to

start lying to me.

I'm not lying to you, Chef.

She said that she's

ready when I am.

f*ck me.

You didn't hear turbot

Sara screwed up the other

night and didn't fess up to it.

Not only did I get

the blame for it,

but Chef called me

a liar to my face.

Sara.

Yeah.

I was thinking that

I might choose you

because of when Chef

called me a liar

and you didn't say anything.

Yeah.

How do you feel about that?

I think one incident versus

a performance over the course

of time, Rachel,

two nights in a row

hasn't been a shining

star in the kitchen.

Honestly, Virginia I

enjoy working with you.

And I think you are a

strength of the strengths.

I'm going to talk to Maribel.

Thank you.

She's asking why I

didn't stand up for her.

It's not about making friends.

It's about winning that prize.

We all want to win.

Especially me.

If you were in my

position who would you pick?

I can't- You know, I'm not

the kind of- Let me sit up.

I'm not the kind of person

that would put somebody

up there just to save my ass.

But I personally feel that I

learn faster than she does.

VIRGINIA: Who?

Rachel.

Cool, thank you.

You're welcome.

Do what you got

to do, girlfriend.

Rachel's the one that's been

f*cking up the whole time.

Not me.

I haven't been sending

anything burnt out.

This is a opportunity

of lifetime.

I know.

Do you?

Yeah.

I swear to God, if I

could go, you better win.

Out of everyone,

I'll miss you the most.

Stop it.

I will.

I'm the closest to you.

Everyone knows that.

Are you gonna cry?

If you go, I will cry.

My strongest bond

is with Rachel.

I don't think that

will ever change.

I love her to death.

If Rachel didn't

leave, it would only

make me work twice as hard.

I'll tell you what, you do me

one favor if I go out tonight.

You take Sara down.

[suspenseful music]

Virginia.

Yes, Chef.

Have you made your decision?

Yes, I have.

First nominee and why.

Rachel, because she clearly

let our team down today.

Second nominee and why.

I had a tough time

choosing my second nominee.

I wanted Sara because the other

night she really let me down.

I don't know if you

remember, but there

was a time at the beginning of

the night when I was on meats

and I brought a duck

up to the [inaudible]..

She said we were ready.

I went up to [inaudible]

the duck down.

And she misled me, saying

that she was ready.

And when she [inaudible].

She was ready [inaudible].

And when you came up and said

that she's not even with you.

[inaudible] She made

me look like a liar.

You actually called

me a liar to my face.

And she never ever

stuck up for me.

However, I chose Maribel

as my second choice.

So you chose Maribel

after being shafted by Sara.

Maribel argued with you.

I didn't like that at all.

I mean, a hair is a hair

and that's disgusting.

And the fact to play

the blame game and that.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

You didn't hold back

on that one, did you?

No.

I agree with your decision.

OK.

Rachel and Maribel,

step forward please.

Rachel, how are you

feeling right now?

I know I should be up here

because of my performance

tonight.

But I know I'm bringing

maturity to the table

that possibly not

other people have

I have a capacity to learn.

And I deserve to be up here,

but I'm not ready to go home.

Maribel.

Well, sir, I come

from humble backgrounds,

working mostly cafeteria food.

I don't call myself a chef.

Because I don't feel

that I'm a chef yet.

I'm an aspiring chef.

And I feel that I can do better.

And being here has

made me better.

Mm-hmm.

Rachel, you were

struggling there tonight.

I know damn well

you can do it.

I can see it in your eyes.

I won't let you down.

Maribel, you've done

something really stupid.

Who's got black

hair in the kitchen?

I do.

My hair is tied up.

That's straight.

I have curly hair.

Thank you very much.

f*ck off, will ya.

The person leaving Hell's

Kitchen tonight is Rachel.

Take your jacket off.

Let me just say

something to you.

You've busted your ass

off in this kitchen.

You've worked so hard.

Harder than anyone here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

I have never, ever failed at

anything I've set my mind to.

It hurt, but everything

has changed since I've

been in Hell's Kitchen.

Butterfly shrimp

and chocolate sauce.

Very weird.

Please, I'm begging.

This is what we were born to do.

Yeah.

Out of everyone,

I'll miss you the most.

Stop it.

You know, the restaurant was

going to be, yeah it's a dream.

You don't quit having a

dream because of one night.

Now listen.

The field's been cut in half.

We started with .

Now there's six of you.

And if any of you think this

is going to get any easier,

forget it.

It's going to get harder.

I don't think that

there is one that I'm

not going to miss about Rachel.

I'll have her in the

back of my head, always.

That will drive me to the end.

No one's seen anything yet.

I've been up twice

to be eliminated.

But yesterday I did well

and tonight I did well.

So hopefully, I

can keep improving

and not be the underdog anymore.

Virginia, I trust her

as far as I can throw her.

And she's pretty heavy.

She's a down low bitch.

Oh yeah.

There's only two

of us guys left

and that's a big

hurdle to overcome.

But they're not going to

beat me without a fight.

I've got testicular fortitude.

That means I got balls.

Disappear.

Rachel clearly

couldn't handle it.

She buckled,

panicked, and actually

screwed the kitchen completely.

You've got no chance of running

a successful business if you

can't handle one section.

NARRATOR: On the

next Hell's Kitchen.

With only six cooks left to

battle for their own restaurant

at the Red Rock

resort in Las Vegas,

Chef Ramsay has

the chefs running

for their culinary lives.

Move your asses.

NARRATOR: And at dinner,

it's a battle of the menus.

I'm ordering

from the red menu.

I'm feeling blue tonight.

NARRATOR: Leading to

chaos in the kitchen.

I'm going to kick you out

unless you get me a lamb!

She's a total idiot.

NARRATOR: And a major

cooking accident.

There's blood everywhere.

NARRATOR: But somehow,

against all odds,

one team will make

"Hell's Kitchen" history.

Last order.

Let's go.

NARRATOR: And you won't

believe who's going home.

CHEF RAMSAY: Heather, Keith,

Dan, Sara, Maribel, Virginia.

NARRATOR: Next time

on "Hell's Kitchen."